Title: At Your Service
Pairings: Ginny/Harry (one sided), Blaise/Draco (one sided), Harry/Draco (influenced and not)
Summary: After a disastrous Potions lesson, Draco is inexplicably tied to Harry, forcing him to obey Harry's every command, whether it be in life…or death.
A/N: Right then, this is my first Harry Potter fic so be kind, yes?
"Potter! What the hell did you do?!" snarled Malfoy, ignoring the mocking remarks coming from the Gryffindors.
He growled in frustration at the amusement in Harry's eyes, before giving a smug smile as Professor Snape turned towards them.
"What seems to be the problem?" Snape questioned snidely, his lip curling in disgust at the ruined potion.
"…Mr. Potter, I purposely partner you with Mr. Malfoy in the hopes of diminishing any accidents but it seems you cannot control yourself. Fifty points from Gryffindor for blatantly disregarding instructions and demonstrating an unparalleled degree of idiocy." Snape continued walking past to check on the progress of the other students, ignoring the Gryffindors' protests.
Harry felt his jaw drop and turned infuriated emerald eyes towards Malfoy. He clenched his fists, feeling his nails bite into his skin almost to the point of drawing blood, as he saw Malfoy's smoky eyes alight in triumph. He swung a fist towards Malfoy's face, growling in annoyance as he blocked it.
"Bastard," hissed Harry, struggling against Ron, who had a tight grip around him, preventing him from attacking.
"Calm down mate you can get back at him later." Ron said, trying to quiet him.
"Let the weasel out of the cage have you? You should be careful with your pets, last time you let out that mangy mutt and you know what happened to him." Taunted Malfoy.
Ron froze, ears tinged red, and let go of Harry, who lunged out and tackled the blonde to the ground. They wrestled until Harry ended up straddling Malfoy.
He leaned in and hissed, "You listen to me Malfoy, don't ever talk about Sirius, or my friends, like that, do you hear me? If you do you'll wish Voldemort had you." He backed off, ignoring the crowd of students, and walked out. He never noticed Malfoy's blank wide-eyed stare, or his trembling form.
Malfoy stood up and dusted himself off, ignoring the trembling in his hands, he did a cleaning charm on the cauldron and his robes and put away his things. He sat down in his seat, not heeding the black spots that swam before his vision, and stared straight ahead waiting for the bell to ring.
Walking out, he swayed as a wave of vertigo washed over him, and vaguely heard his name cried out as he fell unconscious.
"Harry!" Said person looked up towards Hermione,
"What's up?" he asked, finally having calmed down from that afternoon's…fight.
"Did you hear about Draco?" She inquired.
"No…Why?" He looked up at Hermione warily.
"He's in the hospital," chimed in Ron, grinning broadly, "Bloody git's probably soakin' up the attention and over-exaggerating, like he did in third year." Ron grumbled, his good mood leaving.
Harry's eyebrows rose, "Seriously? When did this happen?" He said, turning to Hermione expectantly.
"A few minutes after you left. When you'd stalked out he laid there for a second, trembling, not that anyone noticed besides me, before getting up and sitting down. I don't know what you said to him but he was really pale when he got up to leave and he fainted after walking out the door." Hermione and Ron looked curiously at him.
Harry bit his lip, "Should we…go see him?" He felt a pang of…regret for what he'd said.
Hermione nodded, "That may be a good idea," She stood up, following Harry out the common room, a reluctant Ron trailing behind.
As they reached the Hospital Wing, they heard muffled voices coming from inside, and paused to listen, ever the curious ones.
"…Don't understand…happened"
"...Complicated…"
"…Potion…bound…slave..."
"…Malfoy…Potter"
"…Antidote…no…true sentiments…"
The people soon stopped talking and Harry felt it safe to enter. He was surprised to find Professor Snape and the Headmaster there beside Malfoy's bed.
"Yes Harry?" Dumbledore turned kind eyes on him. "What do you need?"
"I…wanted to see how Malfoy was doing." He bit his tongue as he heard Snape's snort.
"Now, now Severus, Let the boy be." Dumbledore stepped aside, leaving a place for Harry to stand by Malfoy's bedside.
Harry's eyes widened unnoticeably as he took in the blonde's ashen features. He looked up towards the headmaster,
"What happened to him?" Harry said, looking up at him with confused eyes.
"I shall tell you later, when I'll see you in my office after dinner, Come along Severus," Dumbledore replied, walking out, a glaring Snape pursuing.
In what seemed like no time at all, dinner had come and passed, and Harry left the Great Hall to meet Professor Dumbledore. He soon reached the Gargoyle and muttered the password, walking in, as it swung open. He went up the stairs and stopped in front of an oak door decorated with a brass Griffin knocker.
"Hello," greeted the Headmaster amicably, "How are you today?"
"Err…fine Professor, but tell me what's with Malfoy?" He stared, curiosity and unwanted concern warring in his gaze.
Dumbledore's eyes looked at him seriously, "First I need you to tell me what happened this afternoon in Potions."
Harry looked away guiltily, "I err…commanded that he stop talking about my…friends or he'd regret it…painfully." He added, an embarrassed blush creeping across his cheeks and down his neck.
"I see, did he have any…potion on him?"
"Well, I did blow up a cauldron, and the potion landed all over him."
"What were you supposed to make?"
"We were supposed to be making a potion that bonded people together, but I added too many Phoenix feathers and stirred it counterclockwise twice."
Dumbledore looked over his spectacles, serious look in his eye, "You have no idea as to what you've done, do you?"
Harry looked at him, bewildered, and nervous, "N-No, What?"
Dumbledore sighed, "You accidentally made a Mandare Slavus potion and there is no antidote known as of yet, you and Mr. Malfoy are bonded irrevocably."
Harry's eyes widened in horror as this sunk in. "What are its effects?" Harry looked pleadingly at the headmaster, hoping for more information.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I can't tell as it may be damaging to Mr. Malfoy, all I can say is this, do not tell Malfoy to do anything. Now good night, I believe you have Transfiguration tomorrow?" Dumbledore bid him farewell and walked him to the door.
"Oh and Harry?"
"Yes Headmaster?" Harry looked over at him.
"This conversation remains between us, yes?"
Harry nodded and left, reflexively walking to the Hospital Wing, he strode in and went over to Malfoy's bed. He looked down and was startled to see dark gray eyes staring back at him.
Harry sighed, "I suppose you know?"
At the other's nod he continued, "I expected you to be angrier."
Draco lifted an eyebrow, "What's the point? My shouting won't do any good except alert Madame Pomfrey."
"True, I never thought I'd see the day we'd agree." Smirked Harry.
"Whatever, Go away Potter." Draco turned away and closed his eyes, signaling the end of the conversation.
Harry left and set off towards Gryffindor Tower, thinking about what he would have to tell his friends. He soon reached the portrait, and muttering the password, stepped through.
"Harry!" He looked up to see his friends waving at him from the corner.
"Hey guys," He grinned, and sat down.
"Well? What did Dumbledore tell you?" demanded Ron, impatiently.
"He told me Malfoy'd be fine, that he'd had an…allergic reaction to the potion." Harry said, quickly making up a lie.
"Anyways, besides Malfoy, what happened in Potions after I left?"
"Well besides docking more points from Gryffindor, Professor Snape told me to tell you that you've got detention Saturday at six."
Harry groaned and ran a hand through his hair, "Great just greaaat." He said, stifling a yawn and bidding Ron and Hermione good night before heading upstairs to the dorm.
He changed into his pajamas and flopped down onto the bed, mulling over recent events and wondering what Dumbledore meant about Draco. He closed his eyes and turned over, absently rubbing his scar as he settled down to sleep.
Harry dove at Malfoy, slamming him up against the wall, holding him there with his body. He stared at the blonde's flushed face and felt arousal wash over him. He ground his hips against Draco's, relishing in his moans.
"Potter…W-what are ah you doing?" stuttered Draco, trying to stifle his moans at the pleasurable sensations.
"What does it look like?" He growled out, lust roughening his voice. He bent and licked a trail down the side of Draco's neck, pausing to bite down on the juncture between neck and shoulder, marking him as his.
He yanked open the shirt, ignoring the tearing clothe and buttons popping off, and began to toy with Draco's nipples, smirking slightly as he felt the other's shiver. He continued a hand down the boy's abdomen, pausing as he reached the bulge in his pants.
"Happy to see me eh?" Harry said, as he pressed down, alternating between squeezing and stroking. His grip on Draco tightened as he writhed and moaned, arching his back in pleasure.
"P-please ah I need mmm…now," Draco moaned, trying to collect his thoughts enough to speak.
Harry smiled and bent down to pull his zipper…
He gasped and sat up, shock and confusion apparent in his eyes. He stood up, running a shaky hand through his hair and cast a cleaning spell on himself, and the bed before heading for the shower. He stood there, water pounding down on his head as he stared blankly at the tiles,
'This isn't be happening, I can't be gay, I'd never hear the end of it,' He shook his head in denial and dried off, changing into a fresh pair of robes. He headed down to the common room to meet up with Ron and Hermione.
"You're up early Harry," said a bemused Hermione as she looked up from her book, "Is anything wrong?"
Harry shook his head, "No I'm fine," He said, forcing a smile on his lips.
"Alright, but you better wake up Ron, It's almost time for breakfast." Harry nodded, relieved that Hermione had accepted his explanation without questions, and headed back up to wake Ron.
As they sat down to eat, Harry reflexively looked over at the Slytherin table, or rather he looked over at Draco. As parts of his dream flashed through his mind, his cheeks flooded with red and he quickly ducked his head, turning his attention solely on his food, unaware of contemplative amber eyes watching him quietly.
"So what do we have first thing today mate?" Harry turned his attentions to Ron, raising an eyebrow,
"The same thing we have every Friday, Ron, double Potions with Slytherin," He shook his head and stood up, telling his friends he'd meet up with them later, oblivious to the smoky eyes studying him.
The door slammed open and the students hushed as Snape stepped in,
"Today you will be working in pairs seeing as this is a harder level potion. The pairings are as follows…"
Harry stared ahead, lost in his own little world, thinking about his dream, blushing furiously, until he heard his name called out.
"Potter…Malfoy"
Harry kept quiet, and moved to sit over by the Slytherin, fidgeting nervously.
"Well? What do we do? You're the Potions expert," Harry grimaced as Malfoy smirked conceitedly,
"I'm glad you finally realized that I'm your superior…while we're at it why not add your Mudblood friend and her Blood Traitor boyfriend to the list of inferiors. I really don't know why you hang out with that pathetic trash." He taunted, watching as Harry's anger erupted.
Harry narrowed his eyes, which had darkened to a near black, "Shut up Malfoy NOW!"
The blonde opened his mouth to retort, but raised a hand to clutch at his throat as he felt an invisible band start to choke him. He felt tears prickling at the back of his eyes as he tried to breathe but nothing worked, he soon found that once he listened to the boy's command, the pressure seemed to lessen before finally disappearing all together.
Malfoy stared, fright and shock apparent in his eyes for a moment, before disappearing behind an impassive mask. He turned back to the potion, motioning to Harry to chop up the ingredients, while he stirred. As soon as the bell rang and a sample of the potion had been given to Snape, Draco left swiftly, trying to get away from Harry before the boy could do anything.
He stiffened as he heard a voice call out, "Malfoy wait!" He turn back to stare at Harry with a detached expression on his face.
"What?" He glared, waiting for the boy's answer.
"Just now in Potions what happened?" He looked curiously up at Draco.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he bit out, "Nothing that concerns you."
"I wonder what would happen if you fell in love with me," muttered Harry, very impulsively.
Draco's eyes widened and he felt his back stiffen as he heard those murmured words; he felt lightheaded for a moment, and turned to glare at Harry, "Don't tell me what to do." He turned and walked away, heading quickly for his next class, ignoring the pair of bewildered forest green eyes burning into his back.
"What the hell?" mumbled Harry, as he walked down the hall towards Charms.
He sat down in his customary seat beside Ron and Hermione, and took out his homework.
"So what happened back there between you and ferret-boy?" Ron questioned, referring to Harry's anger in Potions.
"…Nothing, Malfoy just doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut." Ron nodded in acquiescence, and proceeded to beg Hermione for a look at her essay.
The lesson went without incident until Neville's wand jerked and shot a spell at Harry, who had no time to react. He was hit full force and was sent to the Hospital Wing with cat ears and a tail. He reached out to open the door, but stopped as he heard Malfoy's voice inside.
"Is there anything you can do?" Draco's voice sounded scared and urgent.
Madame Pomfrey sighed, "I'm sorry Draco, there's nothing." She said, unusually solemn.
Harry heard the rustling of cloth and assumed Draco was getting ready to leave, and decided to go in. He blushed and looked away nervously, under the scrutiny of two pairs of eyes, one serious, the other frightened but both amused.
"W-what the hell happened Potter?" Draco said, a smirk plastered on his face, the slight quaver almost going unnoticed.
"…I was hexed…" His cat ears laid flat on his head in embarrassment. He blushed darker at the other's laugh.
"Mr. Potter sit down and wait while I go find the anti-spell," Madame Pomfrey said, briskly walking across the room through another door.
"I wonder…" murmured Draco.
Harry watched the blonde guardedly, as he saw his arm reaching out for his tail. He stayed still, seeing what he would do, and was somewhat unprepared for the pleasurable shivers running up and down his spine, as Draco stroked it. Dread tightened in his chest as he saw the suspicious smile adorning the Slytherin's face. His eyes widened in surprise and desire as Draco moved closer, running his fingers lightly across the base of Harry's tail, moving to catch him as the boy crumpled, turning into pleasured mush.
Draco leaned forward, "Liking it?" he whispered, gently sucking on his earlobe, relishing in his moans.
Harry couldn't reply, his senses being overloaded with pleasure, but he was soon brought back to the present as Draco pulled back and sat him down just in time, seeing as Madame Pomfrey came in.
"Oh dear! Poor you, this must be a side effect if I ever saw one," she said, sadly oblivious, as she looked over Harry's flushed features and breathlessness.
Draco merely smirked, satisfied with the ebony-haired boy's reaction to his ministrations, he nodded a good bye to a distracted Harry and left, ignoring the painful squeezing sensation in his chest as he left Harry behind.
TBC
A/N: Well? Do you like it? Should I continue?
